Poetry
I’ve been writing poetry since I was a little girl, and since I have a book of poetry out there, which shares the same name as this Blog, I thought it time to share some of my work with you all. Is this not love? explores my own feelings about the fluidity of love that knows no containment, but rather seeks to exchange, grow and set free.
Is this not love?
I watched the crystal water
Tumbling down the bracken tended hill
And saw in it reinvention
Jouncing like unrestrained gypsy curls
That dance in the moon-lightened glow.
Born without form or face
The reincarnation of possibility
Constant as H2O, yet
Impossible to cling on to: un-held.
Lucent fluidity, falling through fingers.
I looked into droplet eyes
And felt the cascading laughter falling,
Wetness on drenched skin.
Changed moment by moment
Transformed into permanent novelty.
“Is this not love?” I gasped,
Breath stolen by the gelid flow.
This gorgeous cascading wonderment,
Fluent curveball trying to hold its course
Falls into giggling puddles in the misty grass.
Is this not love? This generous liquidity?
Reviving? Reforming? Eloquent flow
Of relentless reinvention.
Falling – all in a rush – into the arms
Of an ever changing landscape.
Is this not love? Is this not all my loving?
This love? This love? All my becoming…
Lucid fluidity falling through fingers?
Wetness on drenched skin?
And breath… breath… stolen…
From the book Brightest Tapestry: a decade of journeying in words, by Alison Campbell
Available from Alison Campbell via brightest.tapestry@gmail.com (£5 with free P&P)
If you enjoyed Is this not love? perhaps you would also like to read my FREE collection of poetry, which includes some previously unpublished material.
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